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“Okay,” you say to her after some internal debate. “About how far from here do you live?” She’s got to go home and get her uniform after all.
“Uh, maybe twenty minutes away?” During the time it took you to think of a plan, Medicine has collected her costume and, with her back turned to you, fixed the buttons of her, or rather your, shirt. She’s tightened the belt as much as she can, but it just barely holds the pants in place. That doesn’t help the issue of them being too long though. You’d complain that she’s still wearing you clothes, but you’re just going to be glad that she isn’t on the verge of tears anymore. “I think I can make it home and to school in time, if I hurry.”
“Well, how about I walk you home?” You feel the need to offer, seeing as how you don’t really want her walking back home hung-over. At least not alone. If her parents have questions she might cave and tell them everything, which would get back to your aunt and would result in you getting in a lot of trouble. So, this is as much to make sure she gets home safely as it is to cover your own skin. Speaking of which, you still need to actually get dressed. Aside from her turning around to button her shirt, she’s been looking at you. You can’t really tell what she’s thinking. She doesn’t look cautious, or worried. Sad? No, that isn’t right. Well, whatever is going on in her head you don’t think it’s anything bad.
Her expression quickly changes to surprise though as she starts to comprehend your question. “WHAT!?” Oh god your ears and head! She seems to have a similar reaction to her own shout as she quickly grasps her own head in pain. In a much quieter voice asks, “W-why?”
“For starters? You’re wearing my clothes and I would very much like them back. Second, is it wrong for me to want to walk a friend home after a night of drinking?” You have no idea if this is what people who drink do, but you doubt she would know either. “Also, I just want to talk a little.” You want to compare what you remember from last night with what she does, maybe make sense of how you came to be in the same bed together.
“Uh, w-well, I guess that’s okay. My parents have probably left for work already, so it shouldn’t be a problem.” She rolls up the pant legs so that they don’t drag on the floor and she doesn’t step on them. “Um, do you mind if I wear these to my place?”
“Will you be comfortable walking in them?” The clothes barely manage to stay on her, but if she’s fine then it’s okay with you. She nods slightly so you sigh, “I guess it’s okay then.” You look around awkwardly before asking, “Could you look away for a minute please? I, uh, need to get dressed.” Her eyes widen for a moment, and as her face reddens she spins on her heels. She wobbles in place for a moment causing you to chuckle. Moving quickly, you get dressed and make sure your wallet is still in the back pocket. Assured that nothing is missing out of it you let Medicine know you’re ready. “Okay, I’m decent now.” When she turns around you add, “So, we should probably get moving now.”
With that, the two of you make your way out of the room and down the stairs. From the looks of things, almost everybody seems to have gone home already. Part of you wants to check in on Remilia, but it might be best to let her sleep. Regardless, you let Medicine lead the way down the street as the two of you talk about last night.
She remembers the same things as you, and a little more. Apparently you chickened out of kissing Mokou, Kaguya passed out on her shortly after that, and Momiji wound up kissing everyone who was still awake. “I’m not sure if Momiji goes both ways, or if she was just that drunk,” you blurt out as you laugh.
Medicine blushes and says, “Well, she is a good kisser…”
You look at her incredulously, “What? No, never mind.” She looks at you awkwardly but doesn’t say anything. “Sorry, that just caught me off guard, that’s all.”
“Well, she is. Doesn’t mean anything,” she grumbles defensively.
“Didn’t say it did.” Conversation dries up for a bit as you arrive at her house. From the outside, it looks pretty similar to yours, and inside isn’t much different. The room layout is almost exactly the same, and the carpet and walls are different colors too.
For some reason you follow her upstairs. You stop outside her door when she says, “Uh, could you give me a minute please?”
Feeling rather embarrassed you nod and say, “Yeah, sure.” She closes the door and you can hear her opening a closet and shortly after a dresser drawer. While you wait you call to her and say, “Hey, Medi, sorry about what I said a bit ago. I didn’t mean to imply that you were, uh…” Your though just dies there, feeling like a fool for even bringing it back up.
“Don’t worry about it!” She calls back cheerily. “I mean, I did kinda set myself up there. As long as you don’t go telling anyone I said that then I can forgive you.”
“Sounds fair enough to me.” As you say that she opens the door and hands you a bag with your clothes in it. “Thanks, and speaking of not telling anyone, not a word of waking up together to anyone, okay?”
“I didn’t plan on telling anyone in the first place.” The two of you walk downstairs and you try to suppress a yawn, but fail miserably and it sounds like a dying animal. Not even hiding her amusement Medicine says, “What in the world was that?”
Ignoring her laughing you grumble, “I’m tired, okay? I wish I had time to have some coffee.”
“Coffee’s bad for you, you know.”
“How can something so good be bad for you?” You ask jokingly.
Unfortunately the humor appears lost on her as she spends the entire walk to school explain the dangers of caffeine and coffee. You tune most of it out and simply pretend you’re listening.
You arrive at the school around the same time everyone else is slinking in. A good chunk of them look half dead, the rest of them probably weren’t at the party. There is one person who doesn’t seem to be moving much though, like they’re waiting for someone. Chances are they’re waiting for you…
-Who is it?
 Your dear aunt, Byakuren
 Your nosey not-cousin, Shou
 The hostess of the party herself, Remilia
 The aloof teen, Kaguya
Well, here we are, back to work on this. I'm going to try and hammer out a schedule for everything I'm writing. So, here's hoping to a good Summer!